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As I look back searching the dark streets for him I find myself to be finally alone. I have to escape. I have to find a way to get back home. He swore he knew me; he swore he knew where I lived. I had to get home to make sure everything was okay. My father couldn’t walk very well anymore. He had to use the assistance of a walker to go only a few steps. There was no way he would be able to defend himself again such a monster. I can still clearly picture the blood on his hands, his stained shirt, and filthy jeans. I knew the moment I saw him that he had done something wrong. I knew then he would kill me if he got the chance. Now I feared he would go after my family.

The subway was the closet transportation to me now. It would take me at least 20 minutes to reach the station by my house, and another 10 to run to the apartment. It was my only choice. I jogged to the station just in time to catch the train. I slipped between the closing doors and seated myself in the corner. The lights flickered on and off and the train speedily made its way around the sharp turns to the next stations. Homeless men were sleeping on a few seats, there was an old woman with a couple grocery bags next to her, and another man sitting on the far side from me under a broken light. Seeing his figure frightened me. At first I could not understand what it was about him that made me feel so uneasy, but as we pulled into the next station I could clearly see why. It was him! Light from the station lit up the dim train cab, and I could see him staring back at me. My legs felt like stone. I couldn’t lift my feet to make my way toward the now closing doors. I watched as the 6 foot, maybe 250 pound man stood up from his seat, walked over to the old woman with the groceries, and stuck a knife in her chest. The old woman never saw it coming. She quietly slumped down in her seat, a pool of blood forming below her.

As the train turned another corner, her grocery bags tilted and spilt their contents all over the floor. Oranges rolled to all sides, eggs spattered on the floor, and that monster of a man just stood there, his eyes never leaving mine.

I could feel the train slowing down for the next station. This was my chance to get out. I would run the rest of the way home if I had to. I stood from my seat, not taking my eyes of the huge man standing over the old woman’s limp body, and took a step toward the door. The man didn’t move. I could see the station coming up fast. I took another step toward the door. The man still didn’t move. The train stopped, fruit rolled around, the old woman’s body fell to its side, the doors opened, I ran. I ran up the stairs to the street, and all the way back to my fathers apartment.

I was so out of breath by the time I arrived at the front door to the apartment complex I wanted to fall to the ground. I pulled my body forward and up the two flights of stairs. The moment I turned the corner I knew something was wrong. The door was slightly open, and there were no lights on inside the apartment.